The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's rolling off a massive, calm lake like a thick blanket. The air's heavy with the smell of wet earth and algae, and a gentle breeze carries the distant call of unseen water birds... A decrepit, ancient Viking ship somehow sails up the steep face of a rocky cliff nearby, water cascading off its wooden hull as if the gravity is just slightly askew. The sky above is overcast with low-hanging, pale gray clouds, and a light, cool mist is starting to fall.